Tears fell onto the bluestone slab, shattering into countless fragments.
Similar to the heart of the Great Elder of the Demon Sect at that moment.
Having shed that single tear, he fell silent for a moment, seemingly gathering his emotions.
Then, he began speaking to the ink jade-colored puppet once more.
"Demon Lord, the Four Elders are dead. The plan to plunder the fate of the Great Xia dynasty has failed. Second Elder Shen Zhi is also dead, and the plan to seize the small world foundation in Qing State has equally failed.
"Even the sudden purging of demons initiative has nearly wiped out our sect's mid and lower ranks. The cultivators of our sect, once feared by all, have now become mere Essence Cleansing and Marrow Stripping Pills!
"However, Demon Lord, even as things have progressed to this point, I, Little Yin, have not lost heart. What are two failed plans?
"I still have three plans left.
"So what if nine out of ten of our followers are dead?
"We'll just recruit more.
